Summary:
Typical Drake & Josh storyline. Drake and Josh plan to go to a concert where a famous singer will be, but get sidetracked when a mysterious box addressed to Walter shows up and Meghan's pranks take over. Drake also must deal with an annoying girl (who says everything with a "w") from his class, that also shows signs she has a crush on him. When he & Josh go to the concert, something terrible happens.
Disclaimer:
I don't own you, Nickelodeon, the Drake and Josh show, Drake, Josh, Meghan, Walter, Audrey, Trevor, Scottie, creepy dude, Brittney, my commenters, Drake's guitar, Drake's voice, Drake's pillow, Drake's cat, Drake's shoes, Drake's soap, Drake's hair… though I did joke about cutting some off and keeping it in a bag when I meet him again… oh wait! I'm keeper of his keys in the Drake keepership club! But I don't actually own his keys, which would be completely, totally, really, amazingly freaking awesomely cool. Umm… am I getting a bit off track?
Note to Readers:
This chapter, too is slightly short, but hey, I tried and tried to add on to make it longer. …Hopefully not so much so that the story sounds overly stupid, but this chapter should be slightly okay even if it is stupid—because it's the big reveal chapter, where EVERYTHING get revealed. I don't want to scare ya'll too much, because the chapter's already suspenseful enough. –snort— The "Drake and Josh Go Hollywood" movie premieres on Nick in like 20 hours, and since Drake posted on his official forum that he was doing okay after his accident, today, I'm really hyped up about this chapter and (of course) the next chapter! I've actually got an idea for a new Drake and Josh fan fic, and though it's waaaaay more comedic and shorter than this baby, I can hardly wait to finish this one and start that one! So, anyway, this chapter is very revealing, as I already kind of said. Enjoy it (I hope), and PLEASE read it and review it, people! Thank you so much my little chickens!
Chapter Dedication:
This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Bell himself! Even though there is no possible way of him ever, EVER reading this… Drake—Thank you sooooo much for inspiring me and all your fans by being in Drake and Josh and putting out your BEYOND awesome cd "Telegraph". It is my definitely FAVORITE cd and every song means something really special to my life. I met you in October, 2005 and just to let you know, your concert was totally rockin'! I was so spazzed out when I met you, and I was very jittery, but you were so smooth and awesome! You are the best! --Hugs and kisses from your wannabe biggest fan—Morgan… aka Ginger!
…aka one of the "Two Girls who confused Drake".
Story: "Party in a Box"
Chapter: "Secrets No More"; Twenty - One
Written By: Ginger
Extras:
Italics in "quotation marks" symbolize thoughts of
Drake's.
Italic Bold paragraphs are flash backs.
Italic, Bold, and Underlined refer to the mysterious man during flash backs.
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"Josh," he finally spoke, almost afraid to even speak at all: "Okay, look… I had things happen in the past, I even… I even did things in the past that you don't know anything even remotely about. I don't know that I can tell you everything—some things I don't even remember. Mom… my mom doesn't know about half of it, herself, because she never saw anything much and I never told her because I was afraid it would all come back… but now it has."
The boy seemed quiet and tightly wound, nearly unable to take any harsh criticism from the other teenager, which he was almost wincing in expectancy of.
And unexpectedly kind reply from the other boy made him look up in slight confusion: "You don't have to be afraid anymore, Drake. I may seem goofy and all sometimes, but right now, I'm ready to listen to whatever you say and take it seriously. It's just time." The last three words almost seared in to Drake's mind and they reverberated over and over in his echoing thoughts. It was time. He could hardly believe that he was about to let go of the secrets that had been destroying him inside for almost as long as he had been able to speak, literally tearing him apart. But he knew he had to. He could only have stored it all up for so long, inside, and now it had reached the point were there was no way to contain it.
He felt as if all of these emotions that he was feeling were actually draining the little energy that he had left from his body, and he let out a very suddenly weary breath, leaning in to the cushions on the back of the couch, in to a tired heap. "Are you going to be alright, bro?" Josh asked, becoming a bit worried and leaning over a few inches to see Drake's facial expression, which was worn out, but still concerned.
"I'll be fine… I'm just tired, that's all." he explained, with a weak and shuddering sigh. "I don't know, man—you really gashed your forehead pretty bad and all… maybe I should just go call the doctor across the street to come over here for a minute." Josh replied, standing up and picking up the cordless phone on the side – table. "No, no! You can't!" Drake murmured, frantically scooting over the seat of the sofa and setting the phone back on its cradle: "Mom and Dad would freak if they knew about this! They'd never trust me or you home by ourselves when their gone, again! Anyway, I'll be just great in a few minutes. Seriously. And besides that—we've only got a few hours until it's around breakfast time. Meghan will probably want to come home then, and if we want to talk about this, we have to talk now, before the time is up." What he had said seemed to make sense, but that didn't make Josh's worried thoughts stop forming in his head as they both sat down and he sat across from the other boy in a soft chair.
An indescribably quiet length of time passed before Drake finally spoke up in a gaunt voice: "…I just don't have any slightest idea where to exactly start telling you. It's all so hard to describe and so much went on that well, I just can't sort it out, almost." Josh thought a moment and then looked up to propose his idea: "Well, I know it all confuses me a lot. All of the mystery, anyway. So maybe it would be easier if I would ask you some questions about things that aren't clear to me. How would you feel about that?" Drake nodded after a minute, finding that this way would probably be the best approach and the easiest way, and tried to shake off the nervous feeling: "Yeah. Okay. …I'm ready."
It took Josh a long time to come up with any questions, because there were so many things entangled in the sticky situation, and he wanted to ask his queries carefully, but most of all he wanted to start off easy and get harder as he went on, so Drake wouldn't become so suddenly over whelmed and decide to close back up toward his brother.
Finally after a minute, he sighed and nodded to himself, beginning to speak to the teenager across from him in an extremely careful voice: "…Okay. Well, I've been wondering this a long time. Why… why is this guy so deathly bent on hurting you? Did you do something to him or what?" Drake winced at the last sentence and shook his head slowly: "No, I never did anything to him. …Wait, yes I did. I did do something—I escaped him. But believe me when I say, with conviction, that that's all I ever did." Josh felt the severe tension in his brother's demeanor and he sat there for a minute, contemplating deeply whether or not to continue with the questions, but then he heard Drake speak up with a truthful tone: "I'm sorry, man—I need to hold back my defenses for a little while. Go ahead; we really have to do this now."
This washed away any pressure that Josh was feeling, and he sighed in a relieved breath. "Okay, bro. Another question I've been puzzled over for a really long time is this… how long has he been exactly stalking you? Because I know he is stalking you now, and from the way you talk, he's been doing it for a while." Drake gazed up with a far-away look in his empty brown eyes and was silent for such a long time that it almost made Josh jerk in surprise when he spoke up in a loud and deep tone: "For sixteen years."
Suddenly things started coming together and yet got more confusing at the same time for the hazel eyed teenager that had been so worried about his sweet, handsome brother. "But—" almost morbid excitement was laced through his confused voice as he tried to piece together this amazing puzzle: "Sixteen years… that's your whole life! What do you mean? How did he—" "Look, Josh, I know what I have to tell you now—I have to tell you about everything. All of the secrets I held back for so long. And… and I'm ready. I've waited the entirety of my life to tell somebody. But not just anybody—somebody who would listen with out jumping to conclusions, and really listen on the inside, not just with their ears." the teenager paused and frowned down at the floor with a bit of a disturbed look, but wiped it from his face before looking back up at his brother, leaning across the expanse of floor between the two seats and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder: "Well… I think I've found that somebody, Josh—and it's you."
A slow, amiable smile passed the opposite teen's face and he almost had to restrain the tears begging to be released: "Thank you, Drake. So much." "Don't, man… just don't. I understand." Drake said, actually smiling for what seemed had been an eternity.
The two brothers looked at each other for a minute, and then Drake's hand finally let go of Josh's shoulder, as he sat back in to his own seat. "…Um, but—" he choked back the remaining feeling in his throat and eyes and continued gradually, in a soft, cautious way of speaking: "But seriously, how was he able stalk you so long, like that? I don't really understand it. I mean, I would have thought that atleast maybe… maybe your Mom would have known about him in some way! But apparently no one did. He had to be completely and entirely sick to stalk a helpless child!" "He was sick… and beyond that. But he didn't care about whether I was a child or not—he just cared that he had thought I could give him something… and when I didn't, he had to get back at me and more, no matter what it took, or what kind of cruel, abusive pain he caused me." "But how was he—"
The boy's emotionally grey words almost echoed in the cold, dimly lit room and interrupted his brother, as if he knew already what he was going to say: "…He was able because I couldn't run away him, as much I wanted to. He didn't have to struggle very hard to stalk me, until three and a half years ago, because, really… he was…" Drake paused and continued in a deliberate, almost darkly loathsome voice and glared blankly past Josh in to the blackness of the next room, making the other boy's heart almost stop at his unbelievable words:
"…My father."
